alias was Morph cuz she was never true to form and
always outta line.
motto was 'fuck the box',
it binds.
i walk backwards into time and move forward on rewind.
i.like.my.art .abstract.
Kadinsky:Ordered Compression.
116x89

Music: vernacular of the soul

Friday, May 30, 2008

aww hell n----and before i could finish the thought i was swingin on the heifanever mind the fact that ive never been in a fight before, nevermind the fact that all them power ranger moves flew out my head, never mind her bootleg posse or the crowd that obviously was notagainst a 'kick Diana's Ass' campaign

(contary to what they show you in the movies, shit did not slow down to a crawlno slow motion hereIt was all a jumble really)

all i knew was that i wasnt tryna get hit and im sure i looked a damn fool swingin like a crazy person (i did say i had never been in a fight havent i?)I wasnt tryna be Rockyi was tryna stay out of the line of fireWas doin a pretty good job of it too til this bitch ass piecea shit lil boy decided to trip me

Yes folkThis punkass mofo saw fit to come outta his face and stick his scrawn, ashy, lil leg out and cause me to land my black ass on the floor(This lil crusty ass turdlike thing had been talkin shit to me for a minute. He got his own lata tho. He got stomped out by this group of boys

Now this was just the in that Tshaya neededI saw her foot headed towards me and tried to roll of to the side and stand upwell that was the plan anyway

However, Idiots that i didnt even know decided they was in the Super Bowl and somehow i musta transformed into a football or something

im sure i looked like a dyin fishwobblin about in the dirtlegs and arms flailing tryna hit any target within reach

Then the sea of idiots parted as the dean stepped on thru

Finally, i thoughtwhere the hell u been?

I stood my dirt encrusted ass up quick as can be Can you believe that dumb heifa was tryna play hard talkin but she was gon finish kickin my ass lata?Hondid u forgetu just had ur chanceu aint really do shit

FOR REAL THOJUMPIN FOLK IS A BITCHASS MOVE IF EVER THERE WAS ONE

If YOU got beef with me and you itchin for a fight call your fuckin dogs off and let's do this hand to hand combat shitman to manwoman to womanjunior highschoolerto junior highschooler whatever

I looked down at my clothes looked up at the idiot bein held by the dean as she was throwin punches in the airbitch ur arms are not 8 feet longu can stop now

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

What's my real name?Name one of my crushes?What's been your favorite/most memorable post so far? (of mine)Am i on your blogroll?Who do you think i'd be compatible with?(blogwise)

yeah this is a bullshit post (*snickers*like most of them arent)

I'm in the market for a blog husband by the wayI mean, it be lonely out here.hahaWhat can u do for me?prerequisites:must be willing to blog fight for memust be willing to collaborate on postsmust be willing to cheer me up when i feel like shit

Monday, May 26, 2008

what is your favorite spot in the nyc?just chillin in Manhattan, walkin around

Do you still have some of that Hooch (the bootleg alcohol from Haiti) you got from your Pops?nah man. That shit been done. Ima make the ole haitian immigrant bring me back some next time he goes

You plan to share?You plan on paying?

How many fibers are intertwined in a shredded wheat biscuit?What the fuck kinda question is this?I'm ignoring your drunk ass

You still waiting on those answers, aren't you?Yep. get to it man

How are you doing on your finals?Aced them man

Are you getting enough sleep?Enough is a relative term. I'm not seeing any signs of sleep deprivation so i guess i'm good

Is the video blog still on or what? quit stalling!You first son. You first

How many kids did you say you wanted again?I want 10. Im only gon pop out a maximum of 4. Plan on adopting the rest

Think I asked enough questions?Hit me with anymore u got

name one "mystery of the universe" you'd want to know the answer to and whyAliens soooooon. That'd just be some cool shit

if you could ask any president, living or dead, ONE QUESTION who would it be and what would you ask him?I'd ask Bush junior why his dumbass aint committed suicide yet. What? Did you expect something deep? lol

what's the best gift you ever received?My pops bought me a set of a dozen books. My first bootleg book collection. I stayed reading them. Pops had me on that reading tip early

what are you studying in school, and how did you decide this was the major for you?I decided on psychology cuz i enjoy it and i be acing them classes. good enough?lol

if there was a blogger that u could slap the shit out of, who would it be and why?HAHAall these friggin bloggers that wanna leave folk hangin for weeks at a damn time

what do yo like the most about living in NY?It's friggin NEW YORK!!!! nuff said. but for real tho. We got everything here man

How long have you been wearing your hair natural?Something like 2 years

What's your workout routine? I'm in need of one so bad lolI try to go 3 times a week. emphasis on try. Fake sports conditioning class on mondays and fridays and i try to get in a day of cardio in between

How are things going with your mom now?It's goin okay but she somehow sees the need to call me every damn day

Friday, May 23, 2008

thnx for the concern folki read all ur comments although im too lazy to respond to all 1500 of themim still alivewent to a bootleg party last nightgot a new weavesorry to leave u hanginill be back in true form Saturday

Thursday, May 15, 2008

There i was, sitting on the library couchwhat seemed a cross betweeen maniacal and hysterical laughter emanating deep from my gut,when i realized my friends were kinda lookin at me funnyGlory Dana was givin Andrani the conspiratorial side eye and Tiffany looked like she wanted to back away from me very slowly

I didn't even fuckin know why i was laughinscratch thatI was laughin like a crazy bitch because i had made it out alive

I guess this is where i do the whole flashback bullshit and actually tell you about the fightor is this where I go to the very beginning and give you the bootleg backstory?

I'll just pretend you said backstorywellactually

nah

I'll just get to the fight

It was lunchtime at Shell Bank junior highschool so ofcourse all the eighth graders were chilling in the courtyardBut that day something was differenteerily different

loli'm just bein stupid now

but there was some bootleg function going on, so all three grades were out in the court yard at the same time

So me and the gang (in the very loosest sense of the term. Band of misfits were we) were just hanging around on the staircaseIt was a while ago so no i can't recall what the fuck it was we were talking about What i do know is that within a matter of minutes i'd be thrust into a situation not of my own making

*insert retarded laughter here*

So yeahi was seated on the banister just minding my own friggin business when i saw themi said a silent prayer that there would be no friggin drama as i watched them exit the lunchroom doors and i swear it seemed an eternity before they made it up them damn steps

then of course the bitches had to start in on some bullshit

I dont remember the heifa's name but she gave me the ill up and down grill followed by scowl followed by evil grin followed bycan't quite remember her exact words but basically she called me a brokedown bitch and proceeded to crack on my Jordan's

okyeahthey were a few months oldi admit i was never the fashion forward type i hardly matchedseldom had the name brand shitbut reallywhy is this bitch worried?is she gon pay for that friggin makeover she says i need?

Ok the bitch got off on belittling folkyou've had your laughs can i go now?

yall know ima smartass right?so i can hear some of yall wonderin why the hell i aint say shitWell i'm real big on the 'smart' part

So all them smart comebacks knew betta than to come out my mouth and get all of our asses beat

If i had known what was gon happen just a few minutes later thoida .....

to be friggin continuedim lazyu already know thissue me

We were a ragtag bunchand not equipped for physical altercation to be sure

Glory Dana was practically on some midget statusAndrani was tall sure but skinny as all hell (had folk wondering if she had an eating disorder- skinny)and Tiffanywell let's just say she hung out with me out of convenience. truth be told she had gotten unceremoniously kicked out of the cool kids cluband figured she'd be nice to me when she had no other alternativeWe reached a semi-friendly relationship tenuously held together via our connection thru Andranibut this heifa wouldnt jump in to save nobody's ass.ya dig?

So there i stood(im pretty sure i said that already. ill probably say it atleast two more times in the course of this recanting crap)

She-devil and her cronies got their laughs in as a few more seemingly devastating barbs were flung my waysome other crap about my clothes and lack of hair(i really was practically immune to that bullshit. heard too much of it for it to sting. However never having been in a fight before, i for sure was worried bout ending up deadno folkno exaggeration was thisthese lil ghetto ass kids had busted up a girl's head not too long beforeI really could not afford to be rendered a friggin vegetable or have to have what lil hair i did have get chopped off so doctor's could sew up my dome)

SO there i was hainsert frantic look over shoulder hereenemy forces encroaching upon me at the rear split second reconaissance was in order

I wont lie folki was scared shitless"fight or flight motherfucker"my animal brain was screamin at me"fight or flight"

now let's see

FlightI attempt to run away(we all know what they say bout running from ferocious dogs right?rightget intercepted by the adversary and not only catch a massive beatdown but have to be labeled a punk ass bitchfor the rest of my junior high school existence

ummm

hell no

fight it is

I tried to look as hardcore as my 14 year old self could manage

i'd be damned if they'd see me squirmwhatever went down, i was goin down fighting(this as i tried to recall any and all Power Ranger moves i had in my arsenal.Yes folk. i was serious.)

dun dun dun duuuuuuuunhahait's called suspense bastards

yeah i know this aint no friggin soap operaim annoyingstory to be completed by midnight

the thin layer of bravado i managed to summon enabled me to stand there head held high limbs steady (which sure as hell surprised me)

Next thing i knew i was surroundedthirsty blood sucking instigators and onlookers had made their way downstairsI don't know how they knewbut the fuckers always knew

"Why yall just standing there?" came one"She aint gon do shit" came anotheryet another called for my beatdown to commence posthaste (ha. i just love that word. dont you?)

The whole time i just stared into T'shaya's faceI could tell she didnt really wanna fight meShe was in the sixth grade I was in the eighthI was tallShe was short well not reallyShe was of average height

She just seemed short is allReminded me of a lil girl tryna play dress upDrowning in her mother's gownlipstick smeared across her faceShe just wasn't in her elementtryna play with the big dogs but it just didnt fit

She drew her courage from the jeers of the crowdI,from my hold on inner fortitude, thin as it was

in that moment, i kinda felt sorry for herIt was a shame toowe were friendly once

Then the bitch slapped meyou can be sure all that shit went out the proverbial window

Friday, May 9, 2008

First offI was gon post this shit since yesterday but blogger was actin a damn fool

On to las preguntas

1. chicken or fishwhat kinda dumb ass question is this?lolboth of coursebut if i gotta pick the one, it'd be fishmore variety

2. if a bug was in your bedroom, would you kill it or set it free?If it's flyin, it's livinif it's crawlin it's dyin

3. clinton or obama?i baracked the vote in the primary election and for sure will do the same in the general if he should be the democratic nominee

4. when was the last time that you cussed somebody out?i do that every friggin day but the last time i actually did it out of genuine anger was last nightmy lil brother was actin a bitch so i had to let him know

5. when was the last time that you cried?ok dont friggin laugh at me. Thursday i shed a few tears of frustration. I was doin my hair before heading to the play (i was late mind you)but my afro wasnt comin out right. I cursed up a friggin storm then grew the hell up.lmao. dont friggin judge me

6. can you sing?uh im not horrible but im not good eitherdoomed to mediocrity

7. do you and your brother fight?The question is when dont we fightWe havent got into a physical altercation in a minute thoFriggin bastardsI miss the days when i could kick their ass

8. what's in your cd player right now or on heavy rotation on ya ipod?Giants of JazzLouis Armstrong meets Duke Ellingtonshouts to mad-dad

9. how many TRUE friends do you have? less than 10, less than 5, more than 10, more than 20?4 sounds about right

10. can you play an instrument?i play a bootleg saxmeaningi got one sitting in the corner of my damn room that i aint touched in years

11. what was your favorite toy growing up?my quiz wiz

12. what do you like about the 12th Planet? Shameless self plug*exit stage left*haha.the regular posting and love the whole post accompanied by lyrics thing

Blogger Torrance Stephens bka All-Mi-T said...

taking this from the mega

who is your blog crush?im doomed to love folk who dont love me backsighlmaobut on the real if i visit ur blog on any bootleg regular basisi got love for uI will not open myself up for blog rejection dammit

can u tell me what a blog dump is?i guess when someone used to visit ur blog on the regular but doesnt any longer*unsure look*shrug and

why dont u rock the fro no more?what u talkin bout Torrance?the fro is my thingim rockin it right now

Monday, May 5, 2008

the title of this post refers to the belief that a photgraph can steal a soul

Know anybody that believes that?

“How sad it is! I shall grow old, and horrid, and dreadful. But this picture will remain always young. It will never be older than this particular day of June. . . . If it was only the other way! If it was I who were to be always young, and the picture that were to grow old! For this--for this--I would give everything! Yes, there is nothing in the whole world I would not give!” Oscar Wilde (Irish Poet, Novelist, Dramatist and Critic, 1854-1900)

Picture taking is something i enjoy doingI'm not a bootleg professional by any meansI just like taking photographs for posterity's sakeSomething to show the great great grandkids (yes i plan on being around that long. That's if we don't fuck up the world by then)I have only a handful of pics of the moms in her younger daysand only one of the pops (insert sad face)No pics of them under the age of 20

Have you had any family heirlooms passed down to you?Do you have pics of your parents when they were younger?What are some things/keepsakes you have around that remind you of your grandparents?

As a first generation Haitian American, i'm terrified of not passing down my culture to the mini-me's that are to comeMy grasp of Haitian creole is mediocre at bestbut i'm determined to pass on the little bit i do know down to any big headed bastards that should exit my womb

Are any of you first generation citizens?

I need to get up on the haitian cuisine. That shit is deliciousI however, am too friggin lazy to put in the efforti really should get the moms to write down her recipes for meThat woman knows her way around a kitchen

The ole haitian immigrant is always regaling me with friggin stories of his youthI started to write them down but ima start recording them instead(If things go according to plan, he's gon kick the bucket before i doI already know ima be actin a fool all splayed over the casketawwwww. now im bootleg sad)Those pics,recordings, and writings are going to be the only tangible things i'll have left of the old bag

Thursday, May 1, 2008

Every once in a while I hit u with a lil poetryIt's been a minuteFor those who appreciate, thnxfor those who don't, __________________________(fill in the blank. make it creative)

seeyour tune was never mine yet somehow you figured that with time, the melody by which you lived your life would somehow find methe staff lines would somehowreach out and bind me as u took notes, constantly glancing down at your watch as you'd time memy tick always your tock and to you, my clock never did keep time rightfrustrated because i was never in a hurry to reach that limelightpreferred to cool out to them tunes of Timelife and keep it soft and...slow

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I sat there trying to string words together, to no avail.Them pearls of wisdomkept falling from my handsclumsy fingers trying to cling to them and make sense of the unthinkableShe's wanted this for so bad and for so long she's held onto hope.imagining that there must be a waycuz God wouldnt do this to her leave her soul aching for something she could never have?The one thing she yearned to know?I looked into her faceThe same one that held all the promise of tomorrow,

just

yesterday.

She glowed damn near beamed when i let her know.No light lingers there now

I knew something was wrong the second i picked up the phoneErica? Erica? you there?

"I...I lost the baby"

It's been a week now and she hasn't left the housecan't say that i blame herCan't say anything, in fact.I just hold her tear streamed face into my shoulderand glance down at the blanket she refuses to let go

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Im not sure where i amwho i amfloating in dismal purgatoryin the grander scheme of things i really am nothingunless i endeavor to be something to someone elseThey say that the mark of a great person is the footprint they leave in the heart of othersno heavy impressions have i madeHard to do when u tread lightly

I.M.PERFECT

i've always maintained that ive been insane since before i even descended upon this terrestrial plane.
barreling head first from that celestial plane.
sinister grin on my face as i made my way to life's rugged terrain, cuz i was a thrill seeker.
before I
even knew my own name.
never heard of someone growing more sane, so everyday i know i grow more deranged.
condition?
rapidly deterioratiating like a case of alzheimers to the brain.
'don't know my own name' be my constant refrain like im in limbo.
and tho im nimble, tired of bending over backwards under that friggin stick, then under the knife
cuz anyway u slice it folk say i just aint right and that must be the reason i'm always left behind.
or maybe i'm just evolutionary theory come to life.
unsuspend you from that Matrix,
bring u forth into the light.
inverse then reverse it so it's
night of the living dead turned to life dying of the day from day of the dying life.
they say true genius is insanity.
so i say fuck normality.
take my art to bed,
make love to the the lune in me.
embrace the demented,
get off to the moon in me.
flash the maniac
and
dance to the tune in me.